Trick AND Treat

Trick AND Treat

serving as candyman

this spooky evening

an evening of Treat..

but the Trick

where is it hiding..?

it must be there

in those masks

or those sacks

because the Trick

 is the spice

 the shadows

leaves crunching 

the flashlights

this magic night...!

no place to go or to get to

no place to go or to get to

this message

we most secretly

long to hear..

but we weave

in traffic lanes

beating the light..

destination delayed

is self denied..

and that pause 

once arrived

becomes not then

a destination

but a hesitation

searching our map

for stop is ahead..

these are essentials

to build a life

and we forget

that hidden longing:

no place to get to..

frightening for some

but it seems

a life full and lived

spends time in

that place..

so for practice

the next stoplight

might do...!

Richard Rohr

Immortal Diamond

appreciated...

competition

competition

is comparison

of my difference

with your difference..

both differences are

rooted in same..

in daily games

rooted play

might make all

the difference...

The Web

The Web

We are no doubt

each of us

entangled..

entangled in darkness

and in light..

Suffering arrives

with the illusion

that these are

separate entanglements

or that

they are not...

the Wedding

the Wedding

the bride and groom

unseen

prepare to unite

two become one

in joyful celebration..

might we ask

what came before

this place and time..?

an earlier chapter

of everyone's story

is told with wine..

when those barrels

of water transform

one becomes two..

old Adam alone

becomes Adam with Eve

our birthing story

unfolds again..

this split for creation

a delivery dramatic

all with accompanying

complaint and pain..

stands now a

Cana reminder

of our separation 

with some news

of joy's return...

The Saints

The Saints

Named from those

many yesterdays..

A teacher or friend

ancient or recent

near or far away..

A passage we read

way back then..
Tender advice in
a time of hurt..
A homeless man's
most grateful eye..

A science truth

 grasped just now.. 

All remembered

this day..

The many words
spoken or not

built our vessels
 to catch new light..
Creating each

unique identity...

Earth and Sky

Earth and Sky

Ancient Natives 
of Earth
and others in-lighted
have found linkage
Earth and Sky..
Imagine then know
Earth a new form
of the Sky..
A simple relation
remembered
enriched their days..
A Truth
available always
to penetrate
our longing...

polarityinplay

Morning Sun

Morning Sun

A faithful reminder 

we have

each and every

 morning..

A new chance to

recall the real order

of things..

From this source

breaking the horizon

we see emerging

 from darkness

the new shaping

of our day..

With our reminder

and music's scales

universe to atom

we know then

of a sacred pattern

 repeating..

Underlining

Underlining

Pausing
 before discarding

an old text book..

All those underlines

momentary importances

marked and forgotten..

Yet wishing to ask

on this sun-filled 

October afternoon:

Are our underlined 
words lost forever or
doing their share

building containers

wineskins for

gathering future

light...?

"It is now how much

we know, or how

little we know,

but how we know

what we know.."

paraphrase of 

Rabbi Joel Bakst

River crossings

  River crossings

A river's lines and patterns

We meet at dawn

Prior to our day's directions..

We claim precious freedom

Our own course we plot

These crossings and confronts..

With faithful imagination

Now we must meld

In new dimension to find

Our birthing direction...

"For Solitude" by John O'Donohue

“For Solitude”

by John O'Donohue

May you recognize in your life the presence,

power, and light of your soul.

May you realize that you are never alone,

that your soul in its brightness and belonging

connects you intimately with the rhythm of the

universe.

May you have respect for your individuality and

difference.

May you realize that the shape of your soul is

unique,

that you have a special destiny here,

that behind the facade of your life

there is something beautiful and eternal happening.

May you learn to see your self

with the same delight,

pride, and expectation

with which God sees you in every moment.

(Excerpted from:

To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings by John O’Donohue (Doubleday, 2008)

Catching the wave (by Marge Zimmerman)

Catching the wave

Riding the ripples

Falling like an autumn leaf

Into the breeze of oneness.

Floating into the flow of togetherness

With faith of not knowing where I'm going

But certain it is the right path

upon reading of concert notes

upon reading of concert notes

forced concessions

to the State..

this constriction 

of content

unleashed his 

creativity..

for us then:

our facing of

constriction

we might grasp

as preferred seed..

confident now

of new expression 
surprise release..

until constricted

unexpected...

Sergei Prokofiev (1897-1953)

Romeo and Juliet

leaves en-route

leaves en-route

separating and falling

these autumn days

colors and death

returning

to blackness

and new burst

of creation

Key making and alterations

 
Key maker and alterations

Bending and kneeling
with discomfort

pinning and marking..
coaxing a key from a
recalcitrant machine..
a later discovery
the key was malformed..
An elderly Chinese couple
communicating with gestures
simple throaty sounds
These representatives of
other older world..
An island of survival
in our ocean of plenty..
An afternoon snapshot
only surface impressions
and mystery of work 
and years...

biggest known star

The biggest known star in the cosmos is in its death throes and will eventually explode, astronomers said on Wednesday.  Using a telescope at the European Southern Observatory in Chile, the astronomers said they had spotted telltale signs in a star called W26 Located about 16,000 light years away in the constellation of Ara, or The Altar, the star has a diameter 3,000 times that of the Sun.  W26, first observed in 1998, is a "red supergiant", a term for a star that is as big as it is short-lived. Stars of this kind typically have lifetimes of less than a few million years before they exhaust their nuclear fuel and explode as supernovae. W26 is becoming unstable and shedding its outer layers, a key step in the death process, according to the paper, published in the British journal Monthly Notices of Britain's Royal Astronomical Society (RAS). W26 is "the largest known star in the Universe", the RAS said in a press release.

Departures

Departures

live on our horizon

joining our arrivals..

life to be summed

each moment preparing

for our departure

life and death one..

A mindful doing

completion of task

A measure of beauty

in careful workings

with smiles and tears..

A new horizon

arrival with departure

always becomes...

suggested by

the 2008 film:

Departures

autumn coverings

autumn coverings

clouds brisk and fleeting

deciding cover or flow

of warmth of the sun..

a cycle of change for

our instruction on high..

as this evening's moon

fullness is one day away..

or warm sun partiality 

with those cover clouds..

 origin of our longing

must lie elsewhere

there in our depth where

 cycles lives whole...

a teacher

a teacher

A thicket thrives

on opinions

many and varied

which bring many

to sorrowed walk..

A foreboding

as expectations are

darkly dismissed 

for that teacher's 

  momentary crossing

of ones path.. 

Those opinions 

multiple on multiple

each person met

adds one more

a growing collection..

Might we find a

 more ready awareness

Joyful surprise awaits

expecting the teacher's
fleeting appearance
on crossing paths...

Black Whole

The Pillar Institute

Stretch Program

for Monday

October 21st, 2013

We will view and

discuss the video

"Black Whole"

featuring

Nassim Haremein

Where:  MacKenzie Place

Corner of Union and Filmore 
Colorado Springs

When:  4 PM to 6 PM

"There is a physical place inside your heart that has a singularity. Your heart has a little cavity between the two ventricular, and that little cavity has the highest electromagnetic field of your body, and can be measured up to eight feet away from you; and that's the battery of life that keeps your heart going. When you die, that singularity is no longer present, and I think that is why there is a bunch of weight that goes missing when people die. The weight is the result of that singularity curving space-time, creating a gravitational effect that we call weight."

"In an infinite fractal of rotation, how do you define the center? Every point is the center. You are the center of the universe observing the universe from your very own center. Wherever you pick a point of observation in the fractal, that point becomes the center from which you're observing the universe. That point becomes stillness. Why stillness? Because in that point now, all the spins of the universe cancel out.… You need stillness to have a frame of reference for rotation… And that's how singularity occurs. Singularity is the point at the center of your experience of the universe, that is the point of stillness from which you're observing the universe."

-Nassim Haramein

Yes Yes and No No

Yes Yes

and

No No

We honor

this outward

command..

To be

decisive

consistent

distinctive

clear-cut..

We honor

also

the inward

in-sight..

To see

two sides

one surface..

One Surface

a creation

brand new..

Not Yes

Not No...

See Matthew 5:37

One Story

One Story

There are many

and it seems

few intersect..

Those which meet

soon dismissed and

enter the mist..

A new duality

my story and yours..

What if there is

only One Story

those in mist

are still joined..

In that mist

The Odyssey and

Cold Mountain

are found joined..

In our reading

from that mist

we retrieve..

Enlarging our story

changing our Name...

 See Charles Frazier

Cold Mountain

heartwood (by Mae, Hello Poetry)

heartwood (by Mae, Hello Poetry)

and when kindling
    will no longer suffice
             those dried fragments
                 so easily sacrificed
   i am called to surrender my heartwood            
             may it burn slow steady and bright
          through the length of freeze and darkness
            until miracle tender brave branching
                     when blessed returns our Sol
               burning Self that we may thrive
                        keeping vision fires alive

heartwood (tangent)

a Singularity
    we imagine
       in the Center
            of her trunk..
                one black hole
                     burns slow
                          steady and bright
                              though still dark..
                                    creating curves
                                         rings of sapwood
                                                 and of bark..
                                                       new warmth
                                                            each morning
                                                                 gift of Sol..
                                                                     new branching
                                                                           keeps vision
                                                                                 fires aglow...
                                                                     



                      

Faces in Silence

Faces in Silence

Out of silence

words are formed

breaking and lining

the silence..

Yet in knowing

the Silence as

Creator

 words created

vibrate in the

energized silence.

And the face

contours and lines

delineate also

the space encasing..

The face a telling

 momentary

immediate

summation

of a being

in the Silence

formed...

Hidden Silences

“One of the tasks of true friendship is to listen compassionately and creatively to the hidden silences. Often secrets are not revealed in words, they lie concealed in the silence between the words or in the depth of what is unsayable between two people.” 
― John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

Genesis Breathes

Genesis Breathes

A misnomer back then
To name as Old
Something as recent
As our breath
Just now..
And there's more
Without this pulse
Which the Old enfolds
It would be as
We never ever
Breathed at all...

"Old" Testament...?

Shaped prayer

Shaped prayer

Prayer
must have a
Feeling Shape..
An artist suggests
our inner shaping..
The dark struggles
of our dimension
in imagination
find a Location..
This lower darkness
We inhale to
Light..
Our own Black Hole
becomes now White..

This White dimension
has no location
time or space..
Just a feeling
of Oneness
an absorbing grace..
But return we must
to our Location
which we find
has changed  face..
One prayer cycle
is now complete
but the cycle
is breathed
again and
again...


See Alex Gray images
on Google

Sun's journal

Sun's journal

This morning

in bright sun

filling a page

in the warmth..

Now with entries

were these joined

under the sun..?

Cat on hunt

slow grasshopper's

narrow escape..

A friends pain

with feeling prayer

finding sun's light

already there..

A silly exchange

emails on net

all from a typo

a humored mistake..

Too hot now

this autumn sun

but the gifts

have already come...

Emergence

Emergence

By what door

might she emerge

from her fears..

Dark fears with

voices incoherent..

With deeper reach

an energy found

Her blackness

longing for white..

Voices now

coherent..

Simple floating 

Calm Ecstasy

New creation... 

" I was introduced early to water. It was dark - floating... voices came and went. "What's ahead? I'm scared!" An emotional twinge grabbed me. " What is this called?" Fear? Apprehension? There is a ripple running through my body, highly charged like an electrical current plugged into an energy I am receiving from my source.  I suddenly feel a softening, a different something is being transmitted.  "It's okay, everything will turn out fine.  You are not alone.  Just float, float... The rest will just happen."

( My poem prompted by this writing exercise by my friend, Marge Z)

Water Words

Water Words

The evidence is

There for all..

Water crystals

Response to words..

Deformed and spoiled

Awaiting new words..

Imprinted

A mirror image

Our selves displayed

What connects us..

These recordings of

Incarnation..

Who we are

In this our reality..

Maps and measures

Our route to 

Return...

Reflection on

Masaru Emoto

on Water

an afterword:

Crystals and Congress

Our image reflected..

Maps and measures

Our route to 

Return...  :)

FINISTERRE...David Whyte

“FINISTERRE

The road in the end taking the path the sun had taken,

into the western sea, and the moon rising behind you

as you stood where ground turned to ocean: no way

to your future now but the way your shadow could take,

walking before you across water, going where shadows go,

no way to make sense of a world that wouldn't let you pass

except to call an end to the way you had come,

to take out each frayed letter you brought

and light their illumined corners, and to read

them as they drifted through the western light;

to empty your bags; to sort this and to leave that;

to promise what you needed to promise all along,

and to abandon the shoes that had brought you here

right at the water's edge, not because you had given up

but because now, you would find a different way to tread,

and because, through it all, part of you could still walk on,

no matter how, over the waves.”

― David Whyte

Anam Cara

Once the Soul awakens, the search begins and you can never go back. From then on, you are inflamed with a special longing that will never again let you linger in the lowlands of complacency and partial fulfilment. The eternal makes you urgent. ~John O'Donohue♥ Book: Anam Cara

Resonance

Resonance

That word seems
to be on
the lips of many..
Oft repeated when
meaning is owned..
It's a soulful rendering
gaining high respect
because it reaches
the speaker's depth..
And the connecting
 inside and out
grasps for oneness
and hearer's awe..
Rationality and logic
proofs else demanded
are shifted..
Uniqueness
Self
are bywords
for now...

Hidden and Revealed

Hidden and Revealed

Sacred texts

many words compose

with  meanings

hidden and revealed..

Partial truths

we must see

and effort apply

for the fuller..

Imagine each word

one dimension

always reaching

high and low..

Our imagination 

thus leaps and
at last reveals

a fuller truth...

Then we pause..
our own discourse
the hidden layers
remaining unsaid..

Might the sacred
lessons provide
a new process
melding of minds...?